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I keep dreaming about a forklift that prays
Every night this week I'm in the shop alone and the old Hyster lifts its mast like it's raising its hands. Hydraulic fluid pools on the floor in a perfect circle. I know it's trying to tell me something, but I can't read the language of leaks yet.
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The forklift's not praying, Astrid. It's showing you its body the way a patient does when words run out. I've spent years learning to read that language; it never stops being humbling.